Fucking the Wife who doesn't like Sex

Part 1 Carl was due home any time today and Catherine wasn't really looking forward to it, either. So much had happened the past two weeks and learning what her husband had been doing to her had really upset her. She wasn't sure if she wanted her husband back home or not. She'd enjoyed herself, having finally learned the things that had been done to her by both Jessie and Carl, but she'd already forgiven Jessie and fucked him almost every day since learning the truth. She enjoyed feeling his body on top of her, beneath her, even behind her and her recent encounters with Neptune had been enjoyable. Perhaps the most memorable moment had been the double fuck by Jessie and Neptune the other day. She'd wondered what it would feel like to have two cocks in her at the same time and she'd gotten her wish. Just thinking about it now started her juices to leak from between her well-shaved pussy. She reached under her housecoat and inserted one of her fingers into herself, tweaking her clitoris, causing a small moan to escape her lips. "Damn!" she thought. "What I really need now is a nice, hard cock to satisfy myself." She brought her finger to her mouth and licked off her own juices, still marveling at tasting her own body fluids and wondering, perhaps for the one hundredth time, what it would be like to have a woman in front of her now, so she could get between her legs and feast on her pussy and perhaps have hers eaten as well. Her fingers returned to her pussy and, this time, she inserted three of them as deep into her as she could, trying to get in further with each stroke. She also used her thumb to flick her clit at the same time and it wasn't long before she had the much-desired orgasm. While it wasn't as satisfying as having a cock inside her, it helped to relieve some of her tension. Jessie had gone to Jefferson hours ago, needing to get groceries for the house and to do some personal things that he'd refused to tell her about. Now she wondered what it was he had needed to attend to. It was only now that she realized just how little she really knew about the man who now fucked her on a regular basis. But, then again, what did she need to know? Not a thing, really. She was confident she'd be happy as long as she allowed him to fuck and suck her on a regular basis, and she wasn't about to turn him down. She was as addicted to his uncut cock as he was to sucking off Carl, and she knew he enjoyed that a lot, whether he admitted it or not. In fact, she enjoyed watching the two of them together. It always left her so wet that neither one of them ever had a hard time getting their cocks into her pussy. Only she didn't remember the times she'd been with the two of them. It was just her imagination working overtime. All she had were the memories of what Jessie had told her. She could hardly wait for Carl to get home and use his keyword on her for the first time since Jessie's hypnotic suggestion to her that she'd remember all the events with Carl now. Yes, she was looking forward to that one. She heard a truck pull into the drive, next to the back door and she realized that Jessie was home. She went to the back door and, sure enough, there was Jessie already unloading the supplies. She stood in the open door way and opened her housecoat so he could see her nakedness, her slick pussy inviting him to come in and fuck her one more time before Carl got home. What she really wanted to do, and had denied herself while he'd been gone, was to go to the barn and work on Neptune by herself. She still remembered the first time his canine cock entered her pussy and her juices once again began to flow, this time running down her leg and gathering in her slipper. "I've got to quit doing this to myself," she thought. "I've got to learn to control these urges, especially once Carl gets home. He mustn't suspect a thing." "Now that's what I like to see when I get home," Jessie told her, as she held open the door for him to enter, his arms filled with grocery bags. "And what's that?" she asked him. "An invitation to fuck the most desirable woman in the county," he answered. Catherine was embarrassed and turned a bright shade of red. They both heard the noise of a car approaching the house and Catherine quickly wrapped her robe around her and disappeared into the house. Jessie knew where she was going, so he didn't say anything. She was headed to the bedroom to get something on before Mr. Carl got closer to the house. While he knew that Mr. Carl would be please to see his wife like that, he's warned Miss Catherine not to do anything out of the 'normal' while she was around him. He explained to her that they should try and act like nothing had happened while her husband had been away. When Jessie got back to the truck he found Carl already at the truck, sitting on the lowered tailgate. He seemed to be out of breath and he mentioned it to him. "You ok, Mr. Carl?" "Just a little tired, Jessie. It's been a long time on the road this time and I'm more tired then I thought I'd be. Need to catch my breath. I should be fine in a little while." Jessie also noticed his boss was a little bit pale. "Are you sure?" he asked again. "I'm fine, Jessie. I'm fine. Just out of breath. Don't read something into it that isn't there." "I'm not, Mr. Carl. But I've seen things like this before, and nothing good came of it." "And what was it you saw, Jessie?" "You're acting the same way Old Man Wilson did three years ago." "John Wilson?" 'Yes, sir. The same man. I was with him once when he was out of breath and he ended up having a heart attack. It eventually killed him, too, sir." "I remember how he died, Jessie. But you don't need to worry about anything. I'll be fine." "Just concerned, Mr. Carl. Just concerned." "I appreciate it, Jessie. I really do," he repeated when he saw the look of doubt on Jessie's face. "Tell you what I'll do, Jessie. I'll call Doc Conners tomorrow and make an appointment for a checkup. Will that help?" "You do what you gotta do, Mr. Carl. I just worry about you and Miss Catherine. What would she do if you weren't here?" "You worry too much, Jessie. Just wait and see. Doc Conners will give me a clean bill of health and then we can forget all about this. Right now all I want to do is get into the house and enjoy some of the air conditioning." Jessie stood aside, allowing his boss to get off the tailgate and head towards the house. He didn't like what he saw, as Mr Carl limped to the house and, still breathing hard entered into the back of the house and disappeared into the cooling shadows. ______________________________________________________________________ One year ago Carl had made an appointment with Doc Connors. He hadn't been feeling well for some time. There were occasional chest pains and he was more tired then he'd ever been. In a way it scared him. Jessie had been after him for some time to see the doctor, and now he decided it was time. As he waited in the outer office Carl flipped through a five-year-old copy of FIELD AND STREAM, not really reading but trying to keep his mind occupied and away from thoughts of his health. He already had diabetes, but he was only taking a pill a day and the doctor had assured him a daily shot wouldn't be needed right now. "Thank goodness for that," he thought. "I'd like to keep this from Catherine, so she doesn't worry about me." "Carl," called Doc Conners, from the open door. "You can come in now." Getting up from his seat he walked across the room, passed the doctor, and entered the examining room that had been indicated to him. Once inside he sat on the side of the bed and waited for the doctor to join him. "So, Carl, how are you feeling today?" "To be honest, Doc, not too good." "What's the problem?" "My chest's been hurting lately and the pains have been lasting longer and longer. I'm also tired and have problems sleeping at night." "Is that all?" "It's all I'm aware of, if that's what you mean." "Ok. Let me take your blood pressure and run a few tests and we'll talk in my office once we're all done here." Still sitting on the bed, Carl opened his shirt as Doc Connors put his stethoscope in his ears and moved to listen to his patient's heartbeat. First he listed to his heart, then he listed to the intake of breath to the lungs. "Seems ok on that end, Carl." Carl only nodded, not wanting to interrupt the doctor's train of thought. Next the doctor drew a little blood, to be examined later, and checked his reflexes. "Ok there, too," he told him. In truth, Carl hated medical examination, always had and always would. In fact, it had been over 10 years since his last visit to the doc's office, and that had been when he'd broken his fingers while doing repair work on one of the tractors. It had been a silly mistake and it could've been a lot worse. Thank goodness Jessie had been there helping him. The whole examination took about thirty minutes, during which time he was asked many questions, which Carl answered as best he could. This was another part of the examination he hated, answering all these personal questions. "Ok, Carl, we're done here. Go ahead and get dressed and come to my office once you're done." "Ok, doc." As he buttoned his shirt he thought about what he was going to tell Doc Connors once he was in the office with him. He knew for certain that none of this was to get back to his wife. He didn't want her to worry and, quite frankly, he was worried enough for the both of them. He felt sure that the doc would tell him not to work so hard, and he thought he could handle that. He only had two more years before he would retire. He'd already decided that years ago. Would he be able to curtail his traveling? He didn't honestly know. He loved that part of his job, and the benefits were well worth the time spent away from home, and Catherine. While he didn't need the money, he still loved to work and didn't want to be idle for too long. He knew retirement was something he couldn't avoid, but he wanted to delay it as long as he could. Slipping into his loafers he left the exam room and headed towards Doc Connors office, knocked on the door and entered. Doc Connors indicated a seat in front of his desk and Carl sat there. "I'm not too happy with the results I'm seeing here," he started. "I'd love to get you to slow down and take it easy for a while." "Yes, Doc, I know you would, but I've got a job to do and there's no one else to do it. You know I like to keep busy." "I know you do, Carl. But you need to listen to me, just once. From the readouts from the tests I did, I find your heart is getting weaker. How many chest pains have you had lately?" Carl thought for a moment. Should he lie to the doctor and give a fewer count, or should he continue to be honest with him. He decided on honesty. "Four that I can distinctly remember." "How long ago, Carl?" "I had two last week." "Bad ones?" "No. Actually they were fairly light, in comparison to the earlier ones." "Well, what I'm seeing here is that each attack is getting worse and they appear to be angina, which can be classified as mild heart attacks. I'm going to give you some nitro glycerin and I want you to keep it with you at all times. When you feel an attack coming on place one of these under your tongue. Sit down for a while, take it easy. Drink plenty of fluids. Most of all, take some time off from work." "Now we've already discussed that part, doc." "I know we have, but I mean it, Carl. You could have a major heart attack and were would you be then? Probably dead or disabled. Do you think Catherine would be able to take care of you? Or Jessie, for that matter? They're both old. Jessie's older then you are." "I know that, doc. Believe me, I know that very well." "So what are you going to do then?" "I'll take some time off for a while. I'll rest up, continue to take my medications and try to slow down a little bit." "That's a good start, Carl. But, what about retiring?" "Two more years, doc. Two more years. That's all I need to get someone else trained to take over the business. Once that's done I'll hand it all over to him and I can retire happily and spend the rest of my life with Catherine and the farm." "I seriously doubt you'll have two more years, Carl, if you don't do something right now." "Listen, doc. We both know I'm an old man, but I've worked hard all my life and I don't intend to just chunk it all in a day, or even a week. Hell, not even in a year. I want to do this right and it's going to take at least two more years. Once all is done I'll gladly sit back and relax for the rest of my life." "Obviously I'm not going to talk you out of this, am I?" "No, you're not." "Then what am I to do with you, Carl? You won't listen to me so all I can do is throw my hands up in the air and shake my head! You always were heard-headed, just like your Father-in-Law!" "I know. I do want a favor though, please." "And what would that be?" Doc Connors felt he already knew the request, but waited to hear if his thoughts were correct. "I don't want Catherine to know about all this." "But Carl, she's your wife! She should know all of this. She's got a bigger right to know, whether or not you'll admit it. I know for a fact that she's worried about you." "And just how would you know that?" "I've had a couple of talks with her over the past year. She's worried about you, and your health. She already knows about the diabetes." "Only because I had to tell her about it. I had to make changes in my diet due to the diabetes and she had to know." "As your doctor you know I can't discuss anything with anyone, regarding your health, without your permission." "Good! Let's keep it that way." They sat and chatted for about an hour longer and then Carl finally left the office, headed back to the house. He knew he should feel better, but somehow he didn't. ______________________________________________________________________ Catherine was in the bathroom, 20048 1.55/512345